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For awhile, Deryk was at a loss for what to do. Things repeated themselves one or two more times, but this time something different was definitely happening. He couldn't tell what the horsemen were doing, but it looked like they were summoning some sort of gate. That was either their doom or perhaps their way out of here. Hopefully it was the latter. But worse yet was these lizard creatures that had appeared and were on the attack. They were aiming to kill too, looking from the way several of his comrades had fallen.

Gritting his teeth, he prepared himself before thrusting his left arm out to stab one of them in the face as it lunged towards him.

Mark's laptop was fried, meaning they probably couldn't get a portal up now.

HP: 50
Target: lizards
Charge:
Damage: 8

Lizard HP: 6

Deryk had thought he had taken down the one he had stabbed, seeing it fall after he had done that. Letting out a breath, he turned around, looking to see if there were any more of those creatures nearby. He bit his lower lip nervously, looking back towards the gate. Was this really a good idea?

He didn't get too much of a chance to think it through completely as he saw a shadow looming over him from behind. Fear crept into his heart as he turned around to see the lizard not being dead at all.

"AAAAAAH!" he screamed as it knocked him over, pinning him down. One of its claws had painfully gone through his left arm, rendering him unable to retaliate. The death intermediate tried to squirm out from under its grasp, but he could do nothing but stare up at the creature. The lizard didn't wait before it began to shred his body apart.

HP: Dead
Target: lizards
Charge:
Damage: 0

Lizard HP: 6

"Uh," Lucky slowly lowered his sawblade, and noticed there was a distinctly higher number of prone, blood covered, and very possibly dead bodies than ever before. He tried not too look too carefully at any of them, trying to avoid recognizing anyone. If this was the 'right' timeline, it was still pretty wrong. But he didn't feel like he had any nausea left right now for the sight of mauled hunters, just adrenaline and confusion. "Now vhat?"

For good measure (and maybe juuust a little delayed in action), he did go out of his way to kick the sparking wires well away from the fin-monolith. Because seriously.

"What..." Mark, who had been trying to make the best of salvaging what he had with his phone alone, finally jolted back to awareness as Lucky kicked some of the amiss wires away. He managed to catch the last of the sand-monster creations revert back to lifelessness, some still with -

- What were those in their jaws-

-"Why- why is everyone resting? Hey guys, come on, um, up and away and stuff?" Cell phone entirely forgotten, he had both hands grabbing at his hair, very much on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "This- this isn't- this can't-"

- And then like any mature individual he screamed bloody murder and fled for the hills and far away.

"God damnit, Mark!" Melvin shouted, watching the guy run off. "This is the desert! Where the hell are you going?!!" He shouted at the man before kneeling over to take a breather, his entire body shaking. They had to find a way out. With the thing gone, maybe they could check the runes now or destroy the horsemen as best they could.

"We still have horsemen, everyone." He reminded them, rising back and holding his gun at the ready. They weren't done yet.

Lucky watched as Mark took off into the distance.

The same thought crossed his and Song's minds in unison: We're all going to die again.

Rep was numb and distant, dissociated for the second time that day, one hand on Harrison, the other on the tablet that was B0nez. When Jordan joined him he wanted to hug him, wanted to say something, wanted to ask if things would skip again, wanted to say what it meant to see him alive and well again.

But he couldn't move, couldn't summon the words and even Tracey felt numb and far away.

Let it end.

Jake wondered why he was even in Death.
Oh right, Caelius.